This is the first time I have ever voted where there were still “I voted” stickers left for me to take! I think this is a Good Omen. I’m going to my total BFF’s house tonite for an Election Party as her husband is out in the woods for the week.

That is another Good Thing about having been left by my husband; my total BFF is RIGHT AROUND THE CORNER now. And, I love this.

The look of shock and horror on their faces is worth it almost! I like to shock and awe.

Move in day went very smoothly. I’m all in and settled. The accent walls in the kitchenette in my little “cottage” (which is what I’m making everyone refer to it as…) is Tiffany’s Box Blue and all the other walls in the cottage are a Crisp White. I. Love. It. Holden’s room is Navy Thunder Power Ranger Blue per his request. He hasn’t seen it yet as he’s with his Daddy this week, but he says he’s very excited.

I am so blessed to have this kid who is so easy breezy.

This is not the situation I’d prefer to be in, but its the situation I’m in. I’m making Lemonade, ladies. And, my does it taste sweet.

p.s.Dear Candidate,

Well? Tonites the Big Night! Are you totally psyched? I am! My fingers and toes are crossed. I’ll try to wait up till the very end!

I’m going to give you a book review here. I want to preface this review by saying, this was not a particularly well written book. It was rife with stereo-types. There was a lot of unneeded swearing. The ending was total trite.

I loved this book. I cried all throughout it. It touched me in my soul.

The book! The book! Yes, yes, I will get there, but I have to say some more stuff before I get to it.

I have a lot of women friends. I have a Best Friend Ever, a Super Good, But Could Never Be My Best Friend Ever, and then many Really Good Friends. Also, to boot, I have One Friend That I Have Never Laid Eyes On, But Who Warms My Heart With Her Faraway Friendshipyness.

I love these women. A lot. I like being friends with women. I love it. I think its unnatural for women to NOT want to be friends with other women. I find that women who say, “I just get along better with guys than girls.” are either a.)whores or b.)bitches.* Boys are for screwing; not for forming friendships with. Unless that boy is gay. If thats the case then, Duh. Good as a girlfriend, right there. And, don’t kid yourself, either. You do not have a lot of “good guy friends”. You have a lot of dudes hanging around wondering who’s gonna bone you first.

Its about women, and their friendship with each other. Its about loving yourself. Its about the love that comes with deep friendship, and this book relays that aspect without making that love seem perverted. I’m not going to sit here and tell you the plot line of this book. If you have good women friends than you should just read it.

Like I said, this isn’t the most well written novel. But, there’s a little of some of these women in us all. I would read some chapters and just cry and cry. Because it reminded me of my mother, or because I knew that Christen must have felt that way when she lost her baby, or Lou might have gone thru when she was raising her boys. It gave me a glimpse into Shawn’s divorces and one of the gals made me wonder if that is kind of how Erin is in real life (what with all the swearing…). I saw bits of me, and all my ladies in this book. And, Mel? This book is pink!

Reading Elegant Gathering made me want to have my own. Hanging out in a room full of women and wine (or beer!!) and snacks, gabbing all night long about men and sex and kids and books and politics and religion and gossiping about people behind their backs? Sounds like heaven to me.

*Um, I think you know, but my conscious is gnawing at me…I jest. Kind of. But, a little…I can’t help it if you are a whore.

You think I mean like green green, but I dont! I just mean this kind of green. (um…mine’s green, that’s why.)

OH IT IS A WONDERFUL THING, THIS PHONE!! I’ve never been so in love with a stupid THING in my life. You must understand, I have always had cheap peices of crap cell phones. But, BH got an iphone and friends, while I do not need a contraption like that, I do need something with a little more textability than the phone I had. Because me? Me likey the text. My bff Chris and I spend most of Wednesday and Thursday evenings texting each other through So You Think You Can Dance. My new phone? My new green Rumor? Yeah, it has a keyboard. And, it flips out. Which? Is effin’ cool, okay? And, my husband; he was so happy that I was so happy yesterday. Now, he tells me, “Put that thing away! Youre becoming one of Those People who just walk around texting everybody all the time.” So I quickly texted him to shut up.

I have been with BH for nearly 10 years. 10 in September. He laughs like Vince Vaughn. I have tried to find you audio of Vince Vaughn laughing, and I cannot. But, do you remember Swingers? You remember at the diner after the bar and Vince gets up on the table and he’s laughing? Like a donkey? Yeah. That’s how my husband laughs. A few short donkey hee haws. But last nite? Last nite we were watching this Saturday Night Live skit and he got to laughing, and then I got to laughing at him, and ducks? We had ourselves a giggle fest. If you knew my husband, you would know exactly how funny this really is. It is totally out of character for him to laugh, let alone giggle. Tears were streaming down our faces. In ten years, I have never ever heard him laugh like that. I will tell you; it would be well worth another 10 years worth of waiting to hear him crack up like that again!